In the quiet streets where whispers roam,
Lies the burden of a silent cry,
Voices lost in the winds’ cold groan,
Where dreams are thwarted, left to die.

Underneath the same sky, yet worlds apart,
Divided by walls unseen, yet strong,
In the heart’s corners, the aching start,
A narrative of right and wrong.

Eyes that judge, in shadows they hide,
Casting stones with a furtive glance,
Stories of lives unjustly tied,
To the fate of a biased dance.

Yet in the silence, a hope shall rise,
A chorus of voices breaking through,
For in unity, the truth defies,
And lights the path to dreams anew.